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Age gap, praise, blindfolds,
use of feathers, etc...
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"Time to get wet, baby," your lover said. You took hold of her outstretched hand, and slipped into the shower with her.
Your skin instantly soothes as you stand underneath the shower head that cascaded your body with hot, steamy water. You instantly relaxed with a quiet hum.
A shiver erupted in your body when Emily's slightly colder hand touched the bare skin above the upper swell of your breast.
"Now how exactly does a beautiful woman with a mind as filthy as yours ever get clean?" You chuckle at her wandering hands.
"No idea," she lied. "Maybe you could help me with that?" She tilted her head to the side as she smirked down at you.
You gasped when a hand slid between your thighs and cupped your pussy.
"But if not," she retreated her hand as fast as she put it there. "I could always just help myself," she shrugged, placing that same hand over her large breast.
You kiss her ferociously, pulling her tightly against your wet body. Emily chuckled into the kiss at your sudden eagerness. The older woman pushed you against the wall, sending a chill down your spine at the sudden coolness.
"Em..." you mumbled as her lips left yours to kiss along your jawline and nibble sweetly at your ear.
"I do need to get clean though," she whispers, before pulling away and wiggling her lavender scented body wash in your face.
"Let me wash you," you eagerly grabbed the body wash from her, with a giddy smile spread across your face.
"As you wish, Princess."
You rubbed your hands together, before lathering the soap onto Emily's milky white skin. Hands roamed over her lustrous hips, but your eyes still landed on her hair.
It was a darker grey from the wetness, and God did it look good on her. It was one of the things she was most insecure about, but your constant love and affection, all the praising words and hair playing was enough to win her over.
Your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush to your own body, and down to grab firmly at her generously built ass.
"How's this?" you asked, adoring the way her cheeks grew crimson. Whether it was from the heat or your ministrations, she looked beautiful.
"It's a good start, but..." she trailed off, biting her lower lip. Her hands find home across your chest, holding each breast with a firm grip. "If this is the type of shower we're having, you need to go lower," she stated with a smirk.
Your hands moved across her curves easily as you slickly made your way to her inner thighs. Fingers trailed lightly across the wet skin before drawing featherlight circles around her clit.
"So demanding..." you teased.
"You know you like it." Emily pressed her lips against yours, the first being gentle and light, yet she kept coming back for more. Each kiss grew rougher and sloppier as you remained playing with her.
She breathes a deep moan into your mouth as your hand easily slides around her button, adding pressure to her bundle of nerves as her tongue fights with yours for dominance.
She twines one leg around you, giving you better access and pulling you closer. The water was cascading heavily down your back, and you felt as if it was soaking into your skin from the heat of her body pressed tightly against yours.
